Her lips are as soft as I remember them, I groan into her mouth giving her the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mine. She's running her fingers through the hairs on the back of my head, occasionally pulling. I can taste the red wine she had earlier on her tongue. The kiss quickly turns fiery and passionate. The little whimpering sounds she's making is driving me insane.

She straddling my thighs and her sex is pressed against my fast growing erection, she grinds her sex slowly on my dick.

I hadn't realized my palms were firmly planted on the bed until she asks me to touch her. I wrap my arms around her waist. Hers are firmly wrapped around my neck.

She starts to nibble on my earlobes, my breathing is erratic. She increases the pace of the grind, buries her head in my neck. Her warm breath on my neck isn't helping.

I grip her hips as she continuous to grind on my dick, I don't want to come first, I know it doesn't make any difference but I don't want to. She moans out my name and the whimpering sounds she making is becoming unbearable, she's close I can feel it, hell so am I.

The grinding pace increases, I can't take anymore, I groan for her to come, she comes making small jerking movements and I quickly follow.

I hear a loud beeping sound and I reluctantly open my eyes to turn of the alarm. I have never needed one but for the first time in my life I was late to work not just once but twice this week. For years, I woke up long before I was meant to and never needed an alarm clock. This week no nightmares, none what so ever, just horny ass dreams about Ana and I making out. When I asked the question, the last thing I expected was to find myself making out. There truly is a first time for everything.

I haven't seen Ana since she left Escala Sunday night with rest of my family, we've texted and emailed but haven't talked about what happened. She's in Montesano visiting her dad. It's Ana's birthday tomorrow, Mia spent most of Sunday trying to convince her to have a party, she kept going on about how the summer was coming to an end and Ana's birthday being the perfect opportunity to have a last soiree. Ana flat out said no. Kate said if Ana can get away without telling anyone it's her birthday she would do it, God knows I understand.

I had one meeting this morning I could barely concentrate, Ross noticed I was everywhere else but at that meeting she told me to go home as I wasn't of any use to anyone, it's Friday anyway so I take her advice and pack up to leave.

My phone rings, I don't look at it before I answer.

"Grey."

"Grey, it's Steele." There goes her smart mouth again.

"Well hello, Steele." She giggles.

"What are you doing?"

"Packing up to head home."

"Excellent, Kate is spending the weekend at Elliot's. So you Grey are spending the weekend with me." YES.

"Do I have to, I whine?" she knows I'm joking.

"Yes, Grey see you in a bit."

I don't think I've ever left Grey House that fast, you'd think the place was on fire. Taylor's parks in front Ana's building. I get my overnight bag out of the back. Ana buzzes me in, I make my way up and again the front door is open. That girl seriously needs a lecture in safety.

"Ana."

"In the bedroom."

"You seriously need to sto…." She's standing in front of the chest of drawers in nothing but a blue and black lace pants and bra. This is going to be a long weekend.

"Christian."

"Hmm."

"Do you know how many times I called you."

"Sorry Ana, I was distracted." She bites her lip. Yeap she knows exactly why.

"What were you saying?" Huh.

"What was I saying about what?"

"You were the one that walked in here shouting something about how I seriously need to."

"Don't remember. Will you put some clothes on."

"That's what I'm doing. Grey."

"I'll be in the living room."

She soon comes out in a tank top and yoga pants, her ass looks great in the pants. I decide to go change into a pair of jeans, as uncomfortable as they will be, its hides my erection.

Ana and I order Chinese and watch Tweety and Sylvester on YouTube. I find myself laughing hard at Sylvester attempts to catch Tweety, I finally understand what a puddy tat is.

Before I know it, I've spent several hours watching pointless clips on YouTube.

Ana told me you can waste hours watching YouTube, I believe her now.

"I know at some point we have to talk about Saturday night," Ana says.

"Ana we are doing this at your pace, we take the next step when you want to do it." She releases the breath she was holding. I guess I said the right thing because she looks very relaxed.

"We can still make out and other things. I'm just not ready for." She says shyly

"Ana I understand, don't worry," I say chuckling

We lay there talking about her week with her dad, from the background check I know her mom died when she was 14 from a hit and run. He driver was a young guy whose mother turned him in. She thinks the world of her step dad. Who brought her up. She tells me even before her mom died she wasn't much of a mother. Ana believes she wasn't cut out for motherhood, but they loved each other none the less. We talk long into the night and I notice it's just gone past midnight.

"Happy birthday."

"Oh yeah, thanks."

"Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask." So I slowly learn in and give her a quick kiss. But she doesn't want a quick kiss and deepens the kiss, we pull away when we both start to feel breathless. I suggest we both get some sleep before things get out of hand mainly my erection.

Ana is talking to her dad on the phone, he wished her happy birthday, she's right he's not much of a talker as it's a quick phone call.

Ana really doesn't want to do anything today, Mia selective deafness kicks in, as she refuses to listen. So in the end Ana compromises. Elliot, Kate, Mia, Ethan, Ana and I will have dinner at the apartment to celebrate.

The Mile High club would deliver the food this evening and a few bottles of wine to celebrate. Everybody agrees it's the perfect compromise.

The food delivered was excellent, creamy chicken soup, pan-fried venison on a bed of roasted vegetables and apple Tarte Tatin for dessert. The wine even better, a few bottles of Lafite Rothschild 2006 and Dom Perignon Rose 2002.

The more the wine flow, the more comfortable and free I feel and everyone else around seems to be in the same mood. The conversation is easy and carefree. I find I am really enjoying myself.

The only time I drink this much in the past was when I was on my own, as I always felt the need to be alert in case anybody tried to touch me when in public.

If the guys were surprised to find I was spending the night with Ana, they didn't say anything. But Elliot being Elliot texted me later telling me that there was a box of condoms in Kate's bedroom and I was welcome to it. Ass.

Ana and I got comfortable in bed I only had pajama bottoms on and Ana was in something I wouldn't quite call shorts and a tank top.

Ana had her back to me and her ass was resting on my penis. I was slowly rubbing my hands up and down her stomach. I wanted to give her an orgasm badly, why I didn't know. So I threw caution to the wind.

"Ana." There was no hiding the lust in my voice. "Can I."

"Yes."

"You don't even know what I was going to ask."

"Christian I can feel your erection."

I slowly worked my fingers into her shorts, skimming my finger along her folds and my thumb rubbing her clit. God, she was wet.

She was rubbing her ass on my dick. I rubbed, flicked and pinched her clit till she came.

I wanted to taste her, I sat between her legs seeking permission to remove her shorts, she nods, I slowly peel off her shorts, open her legs and my lips descend on her pussy.

"Oh fuck." She moans. I lapped up her juices, just as I thought she tasted great. She is making those little whimpering sounds. I love the sound of them.

I continue to lick and gently bite her clit, I thrust one finger inside her and rub her g spot she damn near comes off the bed. Her whimpering and moaning are getting louder, she grips my hair and starts riding my face. She is viciously chasing her orgasm. I can feel her getting close to her orgasm, as she is now gripping my finger. I suck hard on her clit and she explodes into my mouth, screaming an incoherent version of my name.

I kiss up her stomach and lie beside her, she puts her head on my shoulder. I feel her breathing calming down.

After a few minutes she looks at my erection and bites her lips, she reaches into my pajama bottoms and grabs my erection and slowly begins to stroke me. I wasn't expecting this, but fuck I'm grateful.

"Is that alright?"

"Yes... Ana… don't …stop." her grip on my dick becomes firmer and she picks up the pace as she continues to jack me off. Fuck it is perfect. She moves to kneel beside me, and to my surprise starts to lick the pre cum running down my dick.

"Oh.. Fuck. That's it." She sucks the head of my dick. "God, don't stop, please don't stop." My entire dick is now buried in the warmth of her mouth. I'm not going to last.

She sucking me off like her life depends on it. Oh God, I'm going to cum.

"Ana…if …you …don't…want." Too late. I explode in her mouth, much to my surprise she swallows every drop and continues to suck me dry. She releases my dick with a pop.

"Did I do it alright?" She can't possibly be serious. I still trying to get the oxygen back in my lungs and she ask me if she did it alright.

"Ana that was… there are no words." I pant out.

"Glad you liked it." Liked that's an understatement. She snuggles next to me.

She's playing with the hair on my chest, I'm lightly stroking her back.

"What do you want to do tomorrow," I ask her as I have no plans.

"Nothing, how about we lounge about in our pajamas and just have a lazy day in front of the T.V." Ok, that's new.

"I've never done that."

"This explains a lot, you were always so." The pauses looking for a word.

"Rigid," I interject."

"Yes, you need to learn to chill out, not worry too much. That's just what we are going to do tomorrow."

I couldn't exactly chill out on weekends, I've had Subs around most weekends for the last 6 years. This is very different, I'm learning to embrace the not so planned aspect of life. Doing something simply because you want to. All thanks to this little woman here.

"Thanks for this weekend Ana. I love you." It doesn't hurt so much now when she doesn't respond. I have ended every correspondence this week with those three little words. She will tell me when she's ready.

I'm almost falling asleep when she starts talking.

"Christian."

"Hmm"

"I love you too, please don't make me regret this." I start kicking my legs under the covers like a kid, making her giggle.

"I promise you will never have cause to regret giving me a second chance."

"Love you Grey." I am never going to get sick of hearing that.

"Love you too Steele."

I wake up after what has to be the best sleep of my life when I smell breakfast.

"Morning sleepy head."

"Hey we went to bed late, it's not my fault that's it's... fuck 11." Right on cue she blushes. I know what she's thinking about. My mind is not going there. I am not eating breakfast with a hard on.

Just as Ana said we are sat in front of the T.V eating pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. Me with coffee, Ana with her beloved English breakfast tea.

Later on, I find myself watching more pointless clips on YouTube.

Just then Kate and Elliot walk in and stop short at the view in front of them. I'm only wearing pajama bottoms and Ana is wearing my dress shirt from yesterday and what she calls shorts.

"Kate, what are you doing here?" Ana asks jokingly.

"Last time I checked I live here, and Elliot is hungry."

"Perfect timing it appears, I smell pancakes and bacon," Elliot says as he makes his way into the kitchen.

"Banana where is the food."

"In you brothers stomach," she says giggling.

"Eliot walks back pouting, but you always saved me breakfast," he whines. Jesus what a petulant little shit.

"Yes and I made quite a lot like I said your brother ate it all." The smug smile on my face just gets wider and wider.

"Are you cooking later," Kate asks hoping that would placate Elliot.

"Christian what would you like?"

"Steele I asked if you are cooking and you ask money bags what he wants."

"Yes, he's my boyfriend want he wants takes precedence." Ana innocently says.

How do I explain this, I can't. The guys are still talking, but I can't hear it. I'm her boyfriend. I'm her boyfriend. For the first time in my life, I have a girlfriend. My heart feels as though it's about to beat out of my chest. My stomach is doing somersaults, the grin on my face is likely to split it in two. Simply put there are no words to describe what I'm feeling. I have a girlfriend.

It took an effort, but we managed to get rid of Kate and Elliot. Ana and I are making out on the couch.

"So I'm your boyfriend."

"Sort of just slipped out," she says blushing.

"Well, Miss Steele it would be an honor to be your boyfriend," I say while rolling by hips causing my dick to rub against Ana's sex.

"Christian." She moans out.

She tilts her head back giving me access to her neck, I place butterfly kisses on neck working my way down to her breast. I bite her nipple through her top causing her to yelp. My fingers work its way under her top, just as my fingers reach their goal a knock on the door interrupts us.

AN: I would love some ideas on what Elliot should do since he lost the bet.